We represent...the defendant

Remember that scene in the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy is working on those engineering projects that are all due at the same time and nobody is available to help her? Probably not. But wouldn't it be cool if a tornado were to come down and swept this office building away to a magical land of little people and flying monkeys? I would probably not follow the yellow brick road, as I imagine walking for miles on a brick road would certainly put a strain on my ankles - skipping or not. No, as soon as I would see that the path winds up and down and around those incredibly steep hills in the foreground, I would probably just hang out in Munchkinland. I would probably be admired for my height and ability to reach top shelf items. Plus Glenda was pretty hot - so I'm sure I would have an advantage over the other guys in the town when she comes riding her bubble through after a drunken night of witchcraft. You figure the house was still in pretty good shape, so it's not like I would have to squeeze into some pumpkin or mushroom or whatever it was those Munchkins lived in. First thing I would do is clean out the old witch remains from under the foundation. I'm sure that stench would linger if left too long. Plus, who's to say I couldn't be brought to trial at a later date and the stinky witch socks used as evidence in a case of involuntary manslaughter? I don't know the laws and codes of Munchkinland! Do they even have public defenders? And would I be placed in a Munchkin sized holding cell while awaiting trial? I hope Glenda comes to visit! bow chicka wow wow...